No. Actually, I can't remember what I wrote, I'm not even sure I ended it.
[ He flips through, book not reaching the last page, as it was just scrawled down in a journal. ]
Oh, this is dreadful.
"Well, how about lunch?" inquires Mr. Ingram, the olive branch William is accustomed to receiving now, whenever they argue. But he won't be quelled this time, his face bone-white and lips in a tight line.
"I'm afraid that I have plans. And I'm very busy tomorrow," William replies, curtly. He takes a breath as if to say something else, but the moment passes.
And another moment passes, before Mr. Ingram speaks again. "Mr. Albrecht-- Ang--"
[ Aziraphale clears his throat, catching himself. ]
"William. I am sorry, I really am. Whatever I've said to offend you, I apologize, I meant none of it."
"You don't even know what it is you said, how can you know you don't mean it?" comes the response, more snappish than he had anticipated.
There is a pregnant silence between them, both starting and stalling and stopping several times, before the conversation gives up and dies.
"Well," says Ingram. "You'll be late for your-- plans. I'll take my leave."
"You're going to leave again," William interrupts, as Ingram looks on, suddenly curious. It's clear to him that William does not just mean for the day. "Mrs. Bertrand says so. Everyone says so, were you just going to, to steal away into the night for another twenty years and not even say goodbye?"
"A-- William. Is that what this is all about? Yes, I've been called away. It was all very sudden, I didn't tell anyone, I..." he stops, as he sees the look in William's eyes, struck as if by the back of his hand, and he quickly amends, "I've told them I'm not going. They can manage without me, and I am much more needed here. The children--"
"Yes," William interrupts, voice peaky. "Yes, the children. You'd never abandon the children, how careless of me."
[ He squints at some scrawlings, but it's unreadable after that, and he'd fallen asleep and drooled on the next bit. ]
I do believe William and Phineas were going to take the argument outside into the rain.
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Date: 2020-04-04 11:23 pm (UTC)[ He flips through, book not reaching the last page, as it was just scrawled down in a journal. ]
Oh, this is dreadful.
"Well, how about lunch?" inquires Mr. Ingram, the olive branch William is accustomed to receiving now, whenever they argue. But he won't be quelled this time, his face bone-white and lips in a tight line.
"I'm afraid that I have plans. And I'm very busy tomorrow," William replies, curtly. He takes a breath as if to say something else, but the moment passes.
And another moment passes, before Mr. Ingram speaks again. "Mr. Albrecht-- Ang--"
[ Aziraphale clears his throat, catching himself. ]
"William. I am sorry, I really am. Whatever I've said to offend you, I apologize, I meant none of it."
"You don't even know what it is you said, how can you know you don't mean it?" comes the response, more snappish than he had anticipated.
There is a pregnant silence between them, both starting and stalling and stopping several times, before the conversation gives up and dies.
"Well," says Ingram. "You'll be late for your-- plans. I'll take my leave."
"You're going to leave again," William interrupts, as Ingram looks on, suddenly curious. It's clear to him that William does not just mean for the day. "Mrs. Bertrand says so. Everyone says so, were you just going to, to steal away into the night for another twenty years and not even say goodbye?"
"A-- William. Is that what this is all about? Yes, I've been called away. It was all very sudden, I didn't tell anyone, I..." he stops, as he sees the look in William's eyes, struck as if by the back of his hand, and he quickly amends, "I've told them I'm not going. They can manage without me, and I am much more needed here. The children--"
"Yes," William interrupts, voice peaky. "Yes, the children. You'd never abandon the children, how careless of me."
[ He squints at some scrawlings, but it's unreadable after that, and he'd fallen asleep and drooled on the next bit. ]
I do believe William and Phineas were going to take the argument outside into the rain.